Cliffhanger

The glaciers that crept like snakes are gone
Or going, seemingly retreating,
But retreating’s not how glaciers go.

The serpents of ice are ascending,
Evaporating back into clouds
To add to your floods and disasters.

The glaciers have turned into angels—
How about that for a metaphor?
And like all of your angels, they’ll fall,

But are you really sure they’re the worst
You have to worry about looming
Over you? Have you forgotten bombs?

Have you forgotten how many bombs
You have in pocket and what they’d do
If they rose up like angels and fell?

The snakes will come crawling back again,
Most likely, far future worms of ice—
Their eyes may really be glowing then.